It’s all about Donna

Recently a friend’s barn was broken into and wiped out-saddles, bridles, harness, tools, and lots more. Thieves used her own trailer to take what they wanted, including the trailer. However this post is not about the loss of goods. It’s about a comment my friend made while discussing her plight. She was on her way out the door in search of her stolen items when she said this was all about her! Now here’s the irony… this same friend is the one who talked me into starting this blog in the first place. I knew this was one time I could smart off and remind my friend that it is not about her, but it is really about me. Actually… I think she was right… it is all about her. At least for today.

For a number of years I pondered the notion of donating my hair to the Locks of Love organization. It’s taken me nearly 10 years to finally do this. Today was that day. I cut off 12 inches of hair, placed it neatly into a baggie, and then into a padded mailer. I hope it helps.

There’s a saying, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

As of late, it seems as though my good deed efforts meet with nothing but punishment. I have several recent incidents that support this theory.

The Old Arabs

I take in two elderly Arabian horses with the understanding that if it doesn’t work out, they will be taken back. Out of the clear blue, several weeks after they arrive, I get an opportunity to acquire a young horse suitable for what I want to do… carriage driving with some riding from time to time. As long as the old guys are here, I cannot bring home anymore horses. The short story, I get yelled at and am told that I am appalling by this turn of events.

No good deed goes unpunished.

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The Worms Crawl In, the Worms Crawl Out

It would seem that North Texas has been infested with army worms. They can strip a field clean in a matter of hours. Farmers battled them years ago with strong pesticides. Problem is, these same pesticides also wiped out most of the worms’ natural enemies. As a result, they’re out of control. I realize the stat of Texas may not think so, but I do. My property survived a flood. Then it survived drought. It survived cow pen daisies. And now, it has worms. It was looking so good. The Bermuda grass was choking out the weeds and the daisies were under control after countless hours of mowing. Now it has worms. They’ve eaten everything. They’ve grown from little inch-worm looking things, to full-size fat, gluttonous predators. Next will be the moth phase, and the cycle will start all over. There are not enough birds or chickens to eat them all.

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Today’s is Jheroen’s birthday. What do you get Dr. Particle Physicist who can buy anything he wants? I was told to write a poem. I’m really not good at poetry, but Haiku always intrigued me. So I took a stab at it and came up with this:

A Dutchman walks down
Sunny shady tree-lined trails
His Texas longhorns

Jheroen owns a gorgeous Texas longhorn cattle ranch. The Haiku works.

Happy Birthday, my friend!